Glass Temple

Glass temples of hope allow a permeable ruse,
That flusters up the slightest of breezes,
And folds its out mesh whilst being burnt,
By the arid sun drenched landscape,
That harbours true intents by peoples,
Not yet taught that other than,
The hut making capabilities,
Involved,

We ask the question that contain multiples,
As random as your Friday night partners,
And all we can possibly reply,
Is in two tone monochrome speech patterns,
That bounce upon the cave walls,
Between the oxen being slayed,
For finger paint is an asset,
For the five to seven year old,

Cast out the sails on that brisk Sunday morning,
The morning you left for university,
And the challenges that await,
Between the pound a pints,
The random's legs that part,
The Saturday job at the take away,
And tax relief in droves,

Monday brings work in the form of a handshake,
And all we ask is that you part your grip,
On your ideals for a second,
To write the words,
Gain the wage,
Put that spear down for a minute,
All we ask is that you pay your way,
You attitude and contempt is loved,
As is your gaggle of loan repayments,

Age like the wage is dependant on,
Simple tasks performed by intellects,
Books on the borrow,
Whinging about the government,
But not enough to opt out.